'Full Moon Rising' – Chapter One, 'I'm Burning Alive'
It wasn't as if Stefan could tell something was wrong when he walked through the front door of the Salvatore house, it was more of less that he could feel it.
A subtle crackling to the air, a weight, a heaviness that seemed so imperceptible he almost doubted its existence. But it was tangible all the same and present. He just couldn't figure out what it was coming from or by whom. He was prepared to write it off altogether. It had been a long day after all, even for him.
"Damon?" he asked, glancing into either room to the left and right of the wide main hall. The air was still... it was almost as if no one was home but that couldn't be. Stefan had a sense for his older brother and he was here. He could feel it.
"In here Stefan." a smooth voice called, inviting with all the usual and characteristic sensual undercurrents the elder Vampire usually possessed. But again Stefan had this... feeling he couldn't entirely place.
So it was with somewhat cautious steps and a puzzled brow that he advanced into the living room, treading curiously.
Damon was standing, drink in hand, an arm propped up against the mantlepiece or somewhere near, leaning casually and slightly into it. He didn't usually drink all that much anymore and Stefan swept his eyes over him quickly. He didn't appear tense or stressed... there didn't appear to be something wrong at all but something was different.
Damon's eyes swept over him in turn and Stefan stepped further into the room, "How are you feeling?" he asked, wondering remotely if the werewolf blood from Klaus could be affecting Damon in ways they hadn't yet realized. They hadn't researched the possible effects and now he was wondering if that had been a hindsight on their parts.
"Pretty good all things considering." Damon smiled, "And yourself? Elena and I had to lock you up twice as long as last time."
Stefan winced a bit at what Klaus had almost made him, had come so close to turning him into all his darkest, deepest fears – and sat down heavily on the couch, running a hand through his hair. "What I did... it stopped. That's all that matters."
Suddenly, Damon was sitting next to him on the couch – Stefan blinking over at him, a bit shocked. Either Damon was a lot better than he thought or his latest detox had taken more out of him that he'd realized. Maybe it was a bit of both but at this close distance, he could see his brother's eyes far more clearly and those almost translucent, vibrant blue depths were practically alight... and slightly dilated.
"Damon... are you sure you're feeling all right?" Stefan murmured, almost feeling Compelled under that hypnotic gaze and breathtaking stare. Those eyes had a tendency to make Stefan forget his own name but right now it seemed... amplified.
"Better than all right Stefan." Damon murmured in a low, husky voice, and Stefan's eyes slipped down to watch his brother lick his lips – uncharacteristically doing the same... and nearly groaning at the sight. But apparently that almost sound was enough for Damon, who reached out and grabbed his shirt, pulling him close and into a searing, burning, blazing hot passionate kiss that didn't waste any time.
Damon's tongue plundered his own, for just a few seconds before Stefan found his brain and wrestled back the control, pushing into his brother's embrace and slipping his hand to the back of his neck – thrusting his tongue inside the heat of his brother's mouth and growling with pleasure at the taste, already hungry of an entirely different sort for more.
Somewhat clumsily, Damon pushed Stefan back and crawled into his lap, thrusting his hips down onto his younger brother's and gasping as their already hardened erections met through their clothing.
Stefan gasped loudly, getting a firm hold of Damon's luxurious black locks, which were growing out longer but at this rate Stefan was going to see to it that he didn't cut it – the other gripping his older brother's hip tightly in another hand, pulling him into him and begging for that delicious friction again.
Damon gave it, groaning into his mouth as he thrust down into him once more. And Stefan suddenly needed him then, there, in any way that he could get him. And fuzzily he was reeling at the intensity. Damon's body was practically vibrating against his own and he was already damp from sweat – he felt feverish and that finally broke him of whatever spell he seemed to be under –
"Damon." he gasped, taking his brother's face into his hands, and trying desperately to regain some sort of control. "Damon look at me. You feel warm. I think its too much too soon, you're still recovering from Klaus' bite."
"Stefan please-" Damon whimpered against his neck, nipping at the skin and lapping just underneath his chin – where his undead blood pulsed just beneath the skin.
Stefan growled and all control was utterly shattered. When Damon begged – he was beyond all any restraint very nearly, he couldn't take it – couldn't say no. Because Damon didn't beg for anyone but him.
He blurred – taking his brother with him to the other couch and pressing him back against the cushions, thrusting his hips down onto his lover's erection and holding him gently but firmly by the neck, holding him down, nipping at any skin he could reach.
Damon whimpered and submitted beneath him, gasping – chest heaving – hips arching up into his, his body begging and screaming for more in ways he appeared to beyond all words to ask for. It drove Stefan to the brink of insanity with lust, love and desire and he reached down – tearing his brother's shirt open.
That brought out more of the beast in Damon, the older Vampire growling with pleasure, grabbing Stefan's pants and ripping them open, reaching inside to grasp his erection in his hand – seemingly cool against his blazing hot palm. And Stefan knew that Damon shouldn't be literally this hot. Physically it shouldn't be possible – but Damon was begging him with everything that he had, his body apparently screaming with need. And Stefan didn't know if he could stop even if it was the smartest thing to do. A Damon of any sort was hard to resist, nearly impossible, but this – this was something else entirely.
Groaning with a halting gasp he thrust down into the heat of the hand beneath him, nipping at the open expanse his lover's chest – teasing a nipple with his tongue and lips, flicking it rapidly over the other until he heard a high pitched whine from his brother that nearly made him come on the spot.
Quickly he reached down for his brothers pants, needing him naked yesterday. And right then was far too long to wait.
Damon was on the same page, pulling at his shirt until it ripped and tossing it aside – both vampires fumbling out of their clothes and leaving them in shreds, tossing them aside or whatever was left of them.
Stefan licked and bit down his brother's body, running his hands reverently over the fevered, beautiful pale flesh beneath him. One of his hands found Damon's face and Stefan gave a gasping groan as a finger was sucked into a hot mouth, a tongue swirling around the tip.
Suddenly, in a blur, they were across the room and Stefan's back was to the wall – Damon dropping down to his knees in front of him and taking him into his mouth and all his considerable length with an ease that made Stefan see stars.
"Damon!" he shouted, grasping his hair in a hand and clawing at his shoulder with the other, arching his hips into the knowing hands and mouth that so expertly threatened to throw him all too soon over the brink of ecstasy. Luckily Vampires had incredible stamina and he let himself tumble over, his teeth clacking together as his jaw clenched shut in the effort not to yell – erupting coolly into his lover's seemingly impossibly hot mouth.
Damon groaned eagerly, swallowing everything that he had and continuing to suck him dry – overly sharp canines brushing so lightly over his over sensitized cock, Stefan almost shuddering violently all the same. He blurred then, taking them up to the bedroom and shoving his brother back against his bed, on him in a a fraction of a second.
Skin to skin, bodies flush against each other, Damon couldn't get closer and Stefan felt the same way – biting at his neck teasingly, thrusting down onto his brother's hardness before plundering his mouth in a soul claiming kiss.
"Fuck me Stefan!" Damon cried out once his mouth was free, arching his body up to meet his younger brother's, pleading with his teeth – setting him alight like Stefan couldn't even grasp.
Fumbling for the lubrication in the bedside drawer, sending a number of things crashing to the floor and not caring in the slightest – finally he found it and tossed it to the side of the bed. He wasn't done with Damon yet, not hardly, grasping his wrists and pinning them to the bed above his head – holding him in place, their erections pressing firmly to each other and not in an inch of space seemingly between them.
Slowly he worked Damon's neck and all that he could reach of it with his mouth. Lips, tongue, teeth – tracing over his lover's skin and leaving marks that quickly healed. He wanted to sink his teeth into that willing expanse of flesh and feel Damon do the same – connect with him in all ways, join until they were one flesh – one soul, one being – in an intimacy that humans could never understand.
Damon was shaking and shuddering beneath him, nearly sobbing with need. And Stefan knew in the back of his mind that this was extreme, that Damon seemed painfully on fire with lust – that he was probably fevered. They should stop – but it seemed as though that would be more painful to Damon than continuing. He seemed to need this.
Spreading the lubrication around his fingers, Stefan reached between them and sought out his lover's opening – Damon's wide blue eyes widening even further as he felt that first touch, thrusting down onto his lover's fingers and trying to take him as he could right then. Stefan growled a warning at him, baring his teeth but Damon didn't even seem to be seeing him, squirming to get closer – to get Stefan's fingers inside him.
Stefan thrust them in carefully – it had been a week or two and he was ever the careful lover. Much to Damon's sometimes ire. But he couldn't help it. Not with his brother still healing, not with whatever was going on now – not with whatever fires were possessing his older brother.
Quickly but thoroughly and efficiently he prepared him, Damon babbling pleas and nearly crying – so was he on the edge of insanity with need. And he was getting impossibly hotter. Stefan couldn't stop, but he couldn't wait either – taking his length in his hand and pressing it to his lover's opening, murmuring whatever he could and whatever fell past his lips too soothe his brother even though Damon seemed to be deaf to it.
"Stefan please – please!"
"Okay, okay-" Stefan soothed through a groan and over his brother's as he thrust inside and thrust deep. It felt like his lover's spasming channeling was swallowing him alive and he dropped his head down to his brother's shoulder, gasping for air and groaning as he worked his way steadily inside while the older vampire beneath him clung to him and shook and begged for more, arching hotly up into until their bodies were flush – damp and nothing left between them.
"Damon!" Stefan gave a gasping groan, willing himself not to come apart right then and setting a hard and fast rhythm immediately.
Damon met all his thrusts, moving nearly too fast for him to keep up too but he did his best – licking and growling through a groan as he worked his lover's neck with his tongue. His older brother's high pitched cries into the otherwise empty room echoed, nearly overlapping each other – nearly constant, the vampire clawing at him, trying to get impossibly closer still.
It was hot, it was like drowning in an inferno and being utterly and completely consumed, it was the most pleasurable experience Stefan had ever had making love – it was coming home like nothing else but Elena's body could be. It was completely and all encompassing –
"Stefan!" Damon cried, shouting out his name loudly – in the same instant his body tightening impossibly tight around Stefan, the other vampire coming entirely apart with a halting and gasping groan. He leaned down as he felt himself tumble over, sinking his teeth into his lover's neck and groaning out the orgasmic release as their minds flooded into each other's.
He felt his neck being pierced as well and his orgasm doubled, tripled, as he sunk his teeth in deeper – his pleasure Damon's pleasure, his body Damon's, both of them one and the same – feeling each other's sensations as much as they were their own. He felt his cock buried deep within Damon and he felt the feeling of his cock filling Damon up, stretching him, claiming him – he felt it all and he felt still more – blood running down their necks and staining the sheets as they clung to each other and staggered into depths of pleasure so deep – Stefan thought he just might black out.
But somehow, somehow he managed to keep conscious – withdrawing his teeth gently from his lover's neck and tenderly and lovingly sucking and licking at the pale flesh beneath his mouth. He felt Damon doing the same but finally had to tear his mouth away, licking consoling at the quivering skin beneath him and dropping his head down to Damon's shoulder.
He struggled to catch his breath for a moment – his older brother still lapping at the drying blood on his neck, lovingly – in long and tender licks. It was like the other vampire was somewhere else entirely, in another realm or sphere of existence. He had been like a thing possessed – never before like Stefan had felt or seen him quite like this. He had literally been on fire with lust and passion and love and this tenderness was utterly unprecedented.
"Damon." Stefan said, his voice coming out far less firm than he'd intended, clearing his throat and trying again but speaking tenderly – gently, "Damon." he gently pulled him back from his neck, meeting his eyes and searching them with his own, "Hey. Damon look at me."
Damon was looking but it hardly looked as if he was seeing, wide blue eyes peering up at him openly.
Stefan stroked his hair back, his brother still shockingly warm to the touch, stroking a hand tenderly over his chest, "Damon talk to me."
The vampire beneath him blinked, looking almost lost for a moment, "Stefan?" he asked. And then he did something Stefan hadn't seen him do in over a hundred and fifty years – yawn.
Stefan grinned at the shockingly human but vulnerable gesture and Damon gave him a look that border lined on grumpy. "I'm tired Stefan," he said, stressing the word. His lower half gave a somewhat provocative wiggle against him, "And you should know. You were the cause of it after all." he smiled.
"Damon I don't think you're completely well quite yet." Stefan murmured worriedly, ignoring the rest, stroking his hand through his lover's hair. And the way Damon somewhat tiredly leaned into his touch, his eyes fluttering closed – it was all the more a confirmation.
Suddenly Stefan heard a door open downstairs, turning his head sharply towards the sound. He gave Damon a firm look, who hadn't even apparently noticed or didn't seem to care, his eyes still closed. "Stay here."
"Yeah, yeah. It's probably just Elena." Damon smiled, murmuring it softly – practically already asleep.
Stefan hated to leave him but quickly he threw some clothes on, blurring downstairs. He recognized the footsteps, he would know them any place or anywhere and the smell of perfume greeted him next, known to him only from this distance by him alone – or another vampire.
"Stefan." Elena smiled, but one glance took in his flushed and slightly disheveled appearance and her smile rapidly faded with concern, "Are you okay?" she reached out for the blood on his neck, Stefan smiling and reaching up to catch her hands.
"I'm fine." he said, intercepting her growing look of alarm.
"You look like you've been jumped." she laughed, "I take it Damon is feeling better."
Stefan laughed and let her hands go, running his hands over her arms, "Yes apparently he is."
"Ooh and I missed it?" Elena smiled, the smile playful and a bit coy.
"And... you know why. You get two vampires in the same bed together and it could be dangerous for you Elena." he sighed and shifted from that somewhat tense subject, "I think something is wrong with Damon. I can't explain it-"
"What do you mean?" Elena asked, the alarm and previous concern back in an instant.
"I can't explain it Elena but I'm sure everything is fine." he reached up and tapped his ears, not quite sure if he wanted to discuss this where Damon could hear it or not. "He's okay."
She caught the gesture and fell silent, giving him a look though that told him he'd better explain, Stefan taking out his cell phone and holding up a finger, gesturing for her to wait a moment. And as much as he could possibly explain through a text and limited characters, he did his best to explain what had just happened over four or five.
She relaxed and gave him a smile with a raised eyebrow over her phone and replied. Are you sure that's just not Damon feeling better?
Stefan sighed. It's different Elena. It felt different.
She nodded seriously, her previous smile gone, and closed her phone after deleting the messages – Stefan doing the same. He then reached out and took her hand, both of them together walking up to his or their bedroom now. After all coming together, they'd deemed that they'd need one for all of them and it was yet to be completely put together yet. How they had ended up in Stefan's old room was beyond him but in the haze of lust, he wasn't entirely surprised.
"Elena..." he said, stopping her outside the door and pitching his voice softly, "When vampires... come together it can be messy."
"Stefan I understand." Elena smiled, reaching up to put a hand on his arm to reassure him through a gesture.
"Biting isn't just a gesture of 'feeding'. It can be very intimate, and can hold a lot of meaning. I may..." he smiled, "look like a mess but trust me we didn't hurt each other."
She said, smiling and giving a nod, "Stefan I understand. It's okay. Let's get you both cleaned up."
Stefan gave her a warm smile, feeling once more immensely grateful for the incredible person Elena was, treading quietly into the bedroom in respect for Damon – who was still apparently soundly asleep.
"Damon." Stefan smiled, whispering it softly as he approached the bed.
"Mm?" Damon said, waking a bit and looking over at them. He relaxed with a satiated smile of at Elena, snuggling into the sheets, "You missed all the fun."
"I see that." she smiled broadly, breathing a soft laugh, reaching out to run a hand down his arm.
Stefan cleaned himself up briefly but his thoughts were entirely on his brother and he brought a bowl of warm water and a couple cloths over to them – as well as a packet of blood.
"Damon," he smiled down at the sleepy and satiated vampire, gently putting the tube in his mouth and squeezing the bag, "Try some sips for me. Nice and easy." he glanced over at Elena, "Here," he said, passing the bag over to her.
She took his place, Stefan reaching out for the bowl of and the cloth resting in the warm water they'd brought back from the bathroom – tending to his brother carefully, gently. Lovingly washing his skin free of the evidence of their love making and the blood. He noticed Elena's look, her glance, but it wasn't anything negative. The curiosity however was almost just as bad. He knew they couldn't keep her from this aspect of their lives forever but he wanted to try.
Life was unpredictable. Besides the obvious – that he didn't trust his and Damon's unbridled passions with her in the same room or much less house, if they allowed her to take part she could get hurt or worse – something unforeseen could happen to her with their blood in her system. And Elena had made it clear that she didn't want to be a vampire, at least not any time in the near future. The risks were too great. But he knew he couldn't keep her away forever. And Damon never helped matters – seeing absolutely no problem with her joining them – openly inviting it and goading it to happen all other times.
They both tucked Damon into bed – the elder Vampire rolling over and turning his backs to them, snuggling into the sheets without a word of protest, Stefan smiling as he reached out to run a hand through his hair. Gathering his other lover up in a glance – they headed for the bathroom, Elena wordlessly prompting him to open his arms – reaching for his shirt.
"Your turn." she whispered with a smile.
Stefan smiled and let her strip his shirt away, indulging her and keeping his arms spread as she ran the cloth of his chest – reaching up to cradle the back of his neck in a hand as she cleaned off his neck.
"Mmm." Stefan murmured appreciatively, letting his eyes fall closed a moment and tilting his head to the side to give her better access to his neck. "That feels good."
"I'm glad." she smiled.
"I think I'm going to need a lot more than this though." he smiled as he dropped his arms, opening his eyes, "Face it I'm a wreck."
"A very sexy wreck." she smiled, tilting an eyebrow at him. He especially loved the somewhat shy way she said it – as if she wasn't daring enough to be completely coy. But it was another endearing quality about her that he loved so much. Her gentleness, her compassion – something to which he could relate to her with – another few traits he was utterly smitten with. He suspected they'd both been hurt in the past for the same qualities, taken advantage of, and at the same time – in the positive aspects – she understood.
And it was that understanding that he cherished so much.
Taking her heart shaped face in his hands, he leaned down – pressing his lips to hers gently, moaning softly – appreciatively – as her hands found his face and she stepped closer to him, pressing her body to his and deepening the kiss gently. There was a power beneath that soft and supple mouth, nothing related to the strength of a vampire – but of the strength of the individual.
Damon had brought it up to him before, about how 'kinky' he suspected their sweet Elena could be – to which Stefan had laughed at the notion. But he'd sensed a possessiveness about her, a strength, from the first time they'd made love. She'd taken most of the control – seeming to know just what she wanted, seeming to want to claim him and for him to know it. It had been the most moving experience of Stefan's life – and the most completing. And in the back of his mind he did wonder. With Damon's coaxing – what would she do? How far would she take it?
"I think I need a shower too." Elena whispered against his lips when they finally pulled back, smiling at his answering smile to her words.
"I like the sound of that." Stefan smiled, slipping a hand down to the small of her back – the other lightly buried in her hair as they rocked ever so slightly where they stood, foreheads lightly touching.
Together they undressed – taking turns helping each other out of their clothing. Stefan had a lot less to lose so he was naked first – but both were very nearly at the same time, Stefan meeting his lover's lips as he carefully guided her backwards into the shower. She trustingly went, backing up under his guidance and giving back into the kiss as much as she was receiving.
"Mm." he groaned softly, breaking the kiss briefly to start the water, reaching around behind her to turn the knobs. He was so distracted by the way she was kissing his neck that he almost scalded them both, Elena crying out in surprise and jumping back a bit. Stefan shared the laugh, "That was all your fault."
"Oh really?" she smiled.
"Yes," Stefan grinned, reaching back to shut the shower door.
There was a rush of air and a blur of motion – Stefan parting his mouth in shock and barely following the blurred shape with his gaze as he shut the door behind it. And then Damon was there, catching Elena in his arms – their lover giving a bit of a start of shock and laughing, "Damon!"
"Well who else?" Damon smirked, tossing a grin over his shoulder at Stefan.
"You-" Stefan growled with a smile and a shake of his head in disbelief as he came up behind his brother, wrapping an arm around him and pressing close, "Are insufferable." he said, biting his shoulder firmly but not enough to break skin.
"And insatiable." Damon smiled, "Speaking of which..." he looked back at Elena.
Elena gave him a somewhat warning look through a smile, glancing back over at Stefan. "Damon..."
"What!" Damon protested, "I was already dressed for the occasion." his smile returned and he lifted his eyebrows at her, "You really aren't going to kick me out are you?" leaning down, he gently nipped at her collar bone, imploringly kissing it and moving closer.
"Damon we can't." Stefan sighed, dropping his head down to his brother's shoulder.
"Please." Damon whispered imploringly, continuing to taste their lover's skin in front of him – Elena letting out a breath of pleasure and gently curling her fingers into Damon's hair – giving Stefan a heated and a bit of a pleading look.
"Stefan we can't stay apart like this. I love you both so much. And I want you both. We need to be together."
Damon let out sound of agreement, placing a tender kiss underneath Elena's jaw and gripping her close gently – appearing moved by her words, sinking into her embrace with a measure of relief. Stefan felt his brother relax in his arms and sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. He couldn't deny Elena's words. They were true, they were spoken no more truer than how she'd spoken them.
"All right." Stefan murmured heavily, "But no biting! You got that Damon?"
"All right, all right." Damon groused, much like a disappointed child – but the tone was lost quickly as he sighed in relief and pleasure – meeting Elena's lips with his own.
Stefan almost lost it at the sight, his mouth going dry and his cock quickly hardening. He thrust his growing arousal against his brother's backside – Damon gasping with pleasure and letting out a high pitched, keening sound as he glanced back – pale blue eyes dilated with lust and love.
And then he was kissing Elena again, deep and soft – alternating between them both, their human lover taking his face in her hands and pressing as close as she could, reaching back to card her fingers gently through Stefan's hair, the younger vampire groaning at her touch.
Damon reached down for Elena's legs and lifted her up, pressing her gently to the wall but holding her with his strength alone – barely any pressure of her skin against the tile, almost settled fully in his arms, deepening the kiss briefly before pulling back to meet her eyes.
"Yes, yes Damon." she gasped softly.
Damon groaned without breaking their locked and heated gazes, Stefan watching in no small amount of wonder at the bond flowing brightly between them – the love and the passion. Elena's expression of pleasure as Damon entered her was the most exquisite and beautiful thing, only rivaled by Damon's – threaten to undo Stefan right then. Either that or move him to tears and he nearly did both, gasping softly and groaning out his approval as he watched them join together as one.
"Oh." Elena cried out softly, her eyes nearly falling closed as Damon sunk deeply within her quivering depths, her head falling lightly back to the shower wall behind her. "Damon yes-"
Both breathing heavily, Damon finally stilled – the care in which he'd entered her enough to be called uncharacteristic to the elder vampire but Stefan knew better. He'd known him in 1864. And he knew that man still remained. That shy, innocent, sometimes heartrendingly tender and vulnerable Damon – who wouldn't hurt a fly, who trusted perhaps far too much, who'd do anything for any and all without much thought to himself. A man often desperate to prove himself, to be loved – to be desired, to be wanted and needed.
Elena clung to Damon, drawing her legs up to press them against his sides as he began to move, wrapping her arms around both of them and drawing Stefan for a deep and passionate kiss. Stefan returned it with passionate abandon, licking at her lips and delving deeply into the hot, velvety taste of her mouth and tongue sliding against his own. Damon turned his head to watch them kiss and groaned at the site, Elena turning her head at the sound and taking his mouth somewhat possessively with her own – gentling it and drawing him out with her.
Damon turned his head back for Stefan's lips next as he increased the pace of his thrusts, Elena's head dropping down to Damon's shoulder with a gasping groan as Stefan happily and passionately gave the kiss that his brother was seeking. Elena lifted her head to watch them a moment, her mouth falling open now in steady gasps.
"Damon!" she cried out softly.
The older vampire groaned, gazing at her in open mouthed wonder. Stefan could relate. Elena was so breathtakingly beautiful and like this – open and free and unrestrained, her beauty was boundless, limitless and soul rendering.
Damon suddenly let out a pained sound, closing his eyes and pulling his face further away from her neck. Stefan – who'd been breathlessly watching for the time being, was suddenly glad he hadn't yet given in to the passion unfolding before him, gently gripping his brother's hips and kissing his neck consolingly, "Breathe Damon." he said, knowing all too well what he was struggling with.
Elena saw it more than he did and by her face he knew what she was seeing. Damon's eyes blackening – his eyes changing and his fangs elongating.
"It's okay." she soothed, reaching up to cradle her face in her hands, much as she had for Stefan their first night together and sometimes on other occasions where he too felt the overpowering need to bite, to feast, to join in the vampire way. Lust and passion and those acts went all too hand in hand – consequences of being with a human lover. The efforts of maintaining control.
It took a minute, but Damon calmed and they resumed where they left off. But the passionate fires had gentled and his thrusts into Elena were more controlled and lengthened. Stefan, breathing softly against his lover's shoulder, reached between them and slipped his fingers into the crevice of his brother's behind – tracing lightly the entrance to his body.
It quivered beneath his gentle touch and Damon gasped and looked over his shoulder at him, "Stefan yes. Now." he said, shuddering into his touch.
Stefan slipped two fingers carefully into his lover's opening – stretching and sinking them into his lover's still tight depths, despite their love making no more than a half hour ago, maybe less. Damon cried out and his hips spasmed, thrusting deeply into Elena and causing her to cry out as well. Stefan jerked his head up, looking over at their human lover with concern but she didn't appear to be hurt – the younger vampire trying to relax but finding himself nearly unable.
"Stefan." Damon gasped against Elena's shoulder, vibrant blue eyes looking back at him with an intensely lustful and needing gaze. Elena opened her eyes at this and those smokey depths met his own.
"Join us Stefan. We shouldn't be apart anymore." she reached back, caressing the back of his neck with a hand, her face a mask of intense pleasure as Damon continued his thrusts inside her – appearing lost to them both, "Please Stefan."
Elena's voice drew his eyes from Damon and he leaned forward, capturing her lips with his own and drowning in the sweet taste. He thrust his tongue in deeply, gently – tenderly drawing out the kiss – at the same time reaching down for his own hardened cock, lining it up at his brother's entrance. Elena reached down and cupped Damon's buttocks in her hands, spreading them open for Stefan – the older vampire groaning appreciatively and licking at her neck – nipping at her ear and quickening his thrusts.
"Damon – Damon!" Elena cried out, giving halting gasps as she started to tumble over the edge into climax, clinging to the darker vampire – clawing lightly at his shoulders, which only excited Damon further. And just as she came apart – just as she fell over that precipice, Stefan joined them fully – seating himself within Damon, buried in the intense and burning heat. He was burning alive and it shouldn't be possible – it shouldn't be possible.
But Elena's cries distracted him, groaning himself at the sight, Damon thrusting through her climax – gasping himself and avidly watching her with an awestruck gaze, groaning out his own satisfaction.
"Oh my god Damon!" Elena cried out. "Stefan!"
She must have felt Stefan adding his own thrusts into his lover's body – driving him deeper into hers – and groaned loudly, gripping his lover's hips in his hands and driving into him forcefully with restrained but powerful thrusts. He didn't want to hurt Elena through Damon and controlled himself – barely able. The inhumanly strong body he was buried to the hilt within screamed of being able to take all that he could give – plead for it. The body his brother was buried in was fragile in comparison and begged for greater care. Demanded it – leaving Stefan torn on the brink of giving into his desires or not.
"Ohhh my god," Elena groaned with halting gasps, "I'm going to come again – Damon don't stop! No one stop-"
Damon groaned through gritted teeth, thrusting harder within her, his own gasps rising with intensity.
"You going to come Damon?" Stefan murmured huskily in his ear, quickening his own thrusts into his lover's willing heat.
"Yes, Damon-" Elena gasped, meeting his eyes with her own, "Come inside me Damon – oh my god come with me-"
"Elena!" Damon shouted, the cry sounding borderline on that of pain as his climax crested. Elena's cries joined his own, both overlapping each other and Stefan couldn't hold back – couldn't, not with something this intense – not with something so beautiful as watching Elena and Damon come apart together, and tumbled over into climax as well – his brother's depths clenching around his length and pulling everything from him that he had.
"Damon!" he yelled in turn, biting down on his lip hard to keep from sinking his teeth into his brother's neck instead – reaching out blindly and finding a hand with his own. Slim and humanly fragile he clung to it with as much strength as he dared. And even without the bonding of biting – he still felt as though in that moment they were all more connected that any of them had ever been before –
"Damon!" Elena yelled suddenly, Stefan broken out of his daze of pleasure – his mouth falling open in shock at the sight before him – Damon's teeth buried in their lover's neck as he continued to thrust forcefully inside her, still coming, still racing over orgasm and entirely lost.
Blood pooled down at the bottom of the shower, whisked away by water, Stefan reacting too quickly to notice it – wrapping his arm around Damon's chest and moving to pull him back, "Damon stop!"
"Stefan –" Elena gasped, "I don't think he can hear you!"
"Damon!"
"Can't you pull him off?" Elena managed, her somewhat fear stricken eyes darting up to catch his.
"I – I can't. If he doesn't let go your throat could be ripped out – fuck! Damon!"
"Stefan I can't-" Elena said, beginning to weaken as she started to slump in Damon's arms – rapidly losing her strength.
And her life.